This is so bad

When you rap you're like a ginger, no soul

I guess that's why your parents named you Cole

I'm just out here writin a rap

I ain't got no muthfuckin twitter fingers but im bout to snap

You try and call me a flow bro

But unlike you I actually get those hoes doe

You're tryna' to shoot up the school

Because everyone makes you look like a fool

I mean what the hell

When you're 30 you'll look like Mr. Bell

A spittin' image

Even with the brain damage

You've really lost control

I'll just slam you're head into a fuckin' flag pole